CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: DRUNK

Bridget Sutton was very happy. She could clearly feel her body getting better. "Eleanor, you’ve worked hard. I’m feeling much better and should be able to leave the hospital soon."

Eleanor Hollis nodded and held her hand. "Once you’re discharged, I’ll hire a nanny to take good care of you."

Grace Lynch stood silently by the side, watching coldly with a slight curl of her lips. What a performance.

"No need for a nanny, it’s too costly."

Bridget said gently, shifting her gaze to Grace. "Grace, how is Marcus’s condition?"

Grace’s face immediately clouded with sorrow, her lips starting to tremble. "Grandma, Hugo and I have divorced, and now I can’t see my own child."

Before coming here today, she deliberately put on a facade. Now she looked very pale, and her body was weak, instantly evoking Bridget’s sympathy.

Bridget sat up in bed, her face full of anger. "How could you get a divorce? The Quinton Family is really bullying you! No way, I have to talk to them!"

She was about to get out of bed but was stopped by Eleanor Hollis.

Eleanor looked at Grace calmly. Was this person deliberately trying to provoke Grandma?

Grandma’s body was still in recovery and couldn’t withstand such agitation.

"Grandma, there’s no room for reconciliation in this matter. Please calm down, focus on getting better, and we’ll talk later."

Bridget’s chest heaved up and down. After some comforting words from Eleanor, she finally calmed down.

Right now, she cared about only two people, Eleanor and Grace.

Both of them grew up under her watch and were married into the Quinton Family at the same time.

She hadn’t expected that during her illness, the Quinton Family would drive them both out.

Grace continued to cry on the side, seemingly terribly wronged.

But Eleanor knew very well that the divorce was entirely Grace’s own doing.

"Grace, don’t cry. I’ll figure something out. The Quinton Family has gone too far this time."

Bridget reassured, drinking a sip of warm water.

At that moment, Grace’s phone rang. It was a call from Nathaniel Quinn.

Her body involuntarily trembled.

The past few days had been like dealing with a madman. Nathaniel had been tormenting her, always shouting Eleanor’s name when he got emotional.

She felt ashamed, furious, yet helpless.

At the same time, she understood that this was Nathaniel’s revenge for how she played with him over the past five years.

"Grandma, I have something to do, so I’ll be heading out."

Hurriedly, she stood up, clutching her ringing phone as she left the ward.

Eleanor watched her back, deep in thought.

"I shouldn’t have sent you both into the Quinton Family in the first place. They already owe you so much, and now this. Eleanor, it’s my failure as a grandmother."

If only Grandpa were still around, he could’ve fought for justice for the children.

"Grandma."

Eleanor held her hand, fearing she might really go confront the Quinton Family.

"Grace’s divorce with Hugo is her own problem. She cheated on him behind his back, and Elder Quinn found out. Think about it, what kind of man is Elder Quinn? How could he allow his youngest son to be with such a woman?"

Bridget froze, turning her head to look at Eleanor.

"Grace isn’t that kind of woman. Eleanor, could there be a misunderstanding?"

She grabbed Eleanor’s hand in excitement, causing Eleanor some pain.

"They caught her in bed, Grandma. There’s no denying it for Grace. Otherwise, Elder Quinn wouldn’t have been so furious, and Hugo wouldn’t be so decisive in divorcing her."

She decided to tell the truth to prevent Grace from repeatedly coming to Grandma, pretending to be pitiful.

Bridget’s lips started trembling. Finally, she took a few deep breaths.

"If Grace really did such a thing, then I have no right to confront the Quinton Family. Eleanor, tell me honestly, have you been the only one by my side all these years?"

She’s not stupid; she knew from Eleanor’s attitude towards Grace from the very first day she woke up.

Eleanor held out the warm water, letting the older woman take a sip to prevent her from getting too agitated and fainting.

"Yes, Grandma. Grace didn’t visit you at all until recently."

This made Bridget calm down, her eyes red. "I’ve failed as a grandmother. How could my children all ignore me?"

Eleanor, seeing her so upset, quickly patted her shoulder. "Grandma, get better first. Once you’re out of the hospital, I’ll rent an apartment and hire a nanny for you. Don’t worry about anything else."

Bridget held her hand, uncertain of what to say, so she just nodded slowly.

Eleanor stayed with her a while longer, worried that Grace might make a move on Grandma, so she consulted with the doctor about an early discharge.

Grace now hated her deeply. Any chance she had to hit back, she would seize upon eagerly.

"Your grandma’s condition is still unstable. Discharging her now isn’t possible, Miss Hollis. If you’re concerned, we can have staff take extra care of her."

Eleanor, full of worries, thought of Hugo’s two bodyguards from last time, and hesitantly contacted him, hoping to borrow them once more.

Unexpectedly, Hugo quickly agreed, and Eleanor thanked him, relieved at last.

When she returned to the villa, it was already evening. Hearing from Lan Yancy that Hugo had a social engagement and would likely return late, she decided to tuck Marcus into bed.

Around ten in the evening, while she was in the living room watching TV, the doorbell rang, prompting her to get up and answer the door.

As soon as it opened, the strong smell of alcohol hit her.

"Mr. Quinn, you’ve been drinking?"

Hugo gave her a faint look, nodded, and placed his coat on the nearby rack.

Eleanor quickly went to find hangover medicine, pouring a glass of water and setting it in front of him.

"Has Marcus gone to bed?"

After taking the medicine, he asked.

"He’s already asleep. He ate quite a bit tonight."

Eleanor brought over a cup of hot milk, knowing it was a habit of his.

Looking at the fair hand before him, Hugo’s gaze drifted, suddenly feeling that this was what being married should be like...

"Mr. Quinn?"

Seeing him not taking it, Eleanor intended to place the milk on the coffee table instead.

At the last moment, Hugo reached out and took the milk, sipping it softly, then propped his head on his hand, leaning onto the sofa.

Eleanor didn’t dare say much, thinking to have someone else in the villa attend to him.

But since the last incident, the maid was wary of Hugo and had gone to bed early tonight.

Lan Yancy, who had left after an unknown call at eight, hadn’t returned yet either.

"Mr. Quinn, if you’re not feeling well, you should go upstairs and sleep."

Hearing her voice, Hugo, feeling irritable, tugged at his tie, and unbuttoned two or three buttons, revealing his seductive collarbones.